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Tuesday, March 27, 2007
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![]() ![]() ![]() happy twenty-seventh shawn. shan messaged me yesterday saying he was gna throw away the purple book and everything else. it kinda hurts cuz we made 'em together over the past 2 years and he was gna throw 'em away for the so-called 'removal of memories' or should i say more or less t please the new girlfriend. the sweet notes, drawings we used t pen 'em down and the times we used t buy peanuts from esso, peel peanuts and feed each other w those sweets lil' nuts while fixing the puzzle through days of hard work. you trying t fix my face, i trying t fix yours. i don't think they deserve t be in the dumpster. maybe the storeroom or stuff 'em in a box hidden in the darkest corner of the house that i don't care but never in the dumpster. there are some things in life that can't be removed cuz it has gradually become a part of us in the quaintest way. or should i say, shawn is in me. i was roller-blading last night. i found out i didn't go pass the hump cuz he wasn't there t catch me if i fall. hahaha i'm a pussy. yes i know even though i was wearing his gloves. i felt kinda sad cuz it kinda tickled those memories that we used t roller-blade around my place, cursing the cars, him holding my hands cuz i was too afraid t move. the part that nearly got me into tears yesterday was the slope. he used t stand at the end of the slope everytime so that when i accelerate, he would be there for me t accelerate into his arms and we would just enjoy each others' embrace. i really missed those days. so i went all the way t his place t save the purple book. bloody shan dozed off even without waiting for me. i'm so gna slap him. then i waited for shawn t come back. so in the most charmingly odd way, we spent the 27th together. we're friends again. i never found sucking from the same cigarettes sweet but yesterday i did. i hugged him yesterday knowing his arms don't belong t me anymore. this won't d it. i can't be a sucker for him anymore. kay gotta go. tday's a busy day. bye. |